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pale0zoic:

koripxo:

thatduck-sureisugly:

I DONT THINK IVE EVER LAUGHED THIS HARD IN MY LIFE

do white people even have responsibilities n shit like how the fuck do you have time to do this nonsense

THAT FUCKING COMMENT

pale0zoic:

koripxo:

thatduck-sureisugly:

I DONT THINK IVE EVER LAUGHED THIS HARD IN MY LIFE

do white people even have responsibilities n shit like how the fuck do you have time to do this nonsense

THAT FUCKING COMMENT

(Source: 9gag, via theangelsandthephonebox)

— 4 days ago with 535954 notes

wickedclothes:

Solar System Necklace

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto are all included in this solar system necklace. Don’t hold the whole world in your hands. Hold the entire solar system around your neck. Hung on an 18” chain. Sold on Etsy.

(via captcrieff)

— 4 days ago with 33918 notes

iwouldsellmysisterssoulfor1d:

SOMEONE TEXTED ME WITH THE WRONG NUMBER AND I PLAYED ALONG I’M GOING TO HELL I KNOW IT

(via moofinsmoofin)

— 4 days ago with 263042 notes
patrickthomson:

this is your periodic reminder that old-timey medicines did not fuck around

patrickthomson:

this is your periodic reminder that old-timey medicines did not fuck around

(via moofinsmoofin)

— 4 days ago with 41375 notes

theconsultingrenegade:

bestquius:

bestquius:

There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele

image

(Source: meidosuji, via runyouclevergallifreyian)

— 4 days ago with 281057 notes

dicksucked:

do you ever like randomly wake up in the middle of the night check your social networks then go back to sleep 

(Source: confirmance, via punkkisses)

— 1 week ago with 336843 notes

riversclara:

The Five Doctors // The Day of the Doctor

(via doctorwho)

— 1 week ago with 13351 notes
imawanchor:

you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding on oblivion 

imawanchor:

you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding on oblivion 

(via captcrieff)

— 1 week ago with 123327 notes
kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

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*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

(via italktosnakes)

— 2 weeks ago with 291692 notes